Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
“And what if Isaac shows up?” I challenge. “You’ll both be on edge, years of history between you. You’ll both end up in jail.” I step in front of him and plant my hand on his chest. “Stay here. Savage and I will go and come right back. Please. I beg of you.”
“She’s right, man,” Savage says. “And Blake’s on his way over here anyway. He wants to talk about what comes next.”
“We bury him,” Eric replies dryly. “That’s what comes next.”
I swear his body vibrates beneath my touch with those words. “Eric,” I whisper softly.
“I’m coming with you,” he says. “I’ll stay out of sight, but I need to be there if you need me.” He eyes Savage. “Have Blake meet me at the hotel.”
Savage studies him with hard eyes, and a harder set to his jaw, before he gives into the inevitability of his employer’s order and inclines his chin. “Understood,” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket and shooting off a text.
“What about Grayson?” I ask.
“We’ll turn him back around,” Savage replies, “but I suggest you call him, Eric. He won’t take the dismissal easily.”
Eric nods and walks to the hallway table, sticking his gun in his waistband and then opening the drawer to remove what I suspect is yet another weapon. I’m going to tell my mother that her husband is dead, and yet, I feel as if we’re headed to war. Are we? Is this where we reach our conclusion? Is this where the truth explodes and destroys anyone it can in its path?
Chapter one hundred twenty-one
Harper
Afew minutes later, the three of us are loading into an SUV. Savage is in the passenger seat, while Smith takes the wheel. “I thought you were with Grayson,” Eric says, eyeing Smith as he and I get settled in the back.
“I was already in the SUV to take Grayson to see you,” Smith says. “It made sense to drop him off and pick you up. We have men with Grayson and Mia.”
Eric nods and settles into his seat, his hand finding my hand, but he doesn’t look at me. He just holds me. He holds me like he doesn’t want to let go, like he feels like he’ll never touch me again once he does. He’s lost everyone and I know he feels like he’ll lose me, too, and yet, he’s put it all on the line with me. He’s decided I’m worth the risk.
Savage’s phone rings and I’m jolted with the memory of the call from Gigi. I consider telling Eric about it, but I quickly nix that idea. I see no good in telling him that his grandmother was being attacked, or so it seemed. He might hate her, but he just lost his father. He’s about to let me walk into a situation he feels is volatile. Now is not the time to tell him. I can’t risk being a trigger that brings him to his knees.
We pull to the side alleyway by the hotel and me, Savage, and Eric get out of the SUV. “What are we doing?” I ask Savage.
“We’re having you wear a wire.” he holds up the device and Eric snaps it away from him, stepping between me and Savage, blocking me from his view.
“We need to put it between your breasts,” Eric explains. “That’s the best spot to pick up the conversation and remain unseen.”
I nod and he helps me place the microphone and wires, his deft fingers working with the ease of experience, and while the intimacy of the touch lifts goosebumps on my skin, nerves work a number in my belly. “Whatever happens,” he instructs, “whatever she says, keep her talking. Find out everything you can so that we can do just what you said: end this.”
“Okay. Yes. I’m in for that strategy.”
“I’ll be close. I’ll be listening in. Let’s test the sound.”
We do that with the aid of Savage and Smith. Once we’re done, Eric motions for them to leave us alone. Eric then removes a small handgun from his waistband. “Just in case.”
My hand flies up in rejection. “This is my mother,” I remind him.
“I get that,” he assures me. “But as you pointed out, what if Isaac shows up?”
I inhale and let it out, nodding my understanding. He walks me through how the weapon functions and I slide it into my purse.
“You need to walk around the front and enter the lobby. If you need me—”
“I always need you,” I say, pressing to my toes and kissing him.
He cups my head and gives me a long, drugging kiss. “Then hurry up and come back to me,” he says, turning me to face in the direction I need to walk.
And so, I do. I walk away from him, and my gut twists with the idea feeling that I’m leaving him behind, not just headed to a meeting with my mother. I round the corner and enter the hotel, and for no good reason, I feel like I’m never going to be the same. Like we’re never going to be the same.